This one I call: Three Dudes Smokin' on a Futon.

This one I call: Two Dudes and a Chick Gettin' Wicked Drizzzzzunk, D0000D!

This is a picture of Matt who doesn't return your calls when you visit Minneapolis and you call him and leave a message and then you go home and he still hasn't called back and by then it's too late, anyway.

I have it on good information that Tery did not, in fact, have a permit to park there.

Austin shows off his cans.  Cans!  Get it?  That's a joke.

Adam is the new spokesperson for "harm" toilet paper.  He said it was cheaper than other toilet papers currently on the market because it makes your anus hurt real bad when you use it.  It's part of our new "Xtreme" culture, I suppose.

I think J.J. dyed his mustache.  It used to look more natural.

This one I call: Three Dudes Yellin' Like Pirates.

Chris used to look like Keanu, but now he looks like Jamiroquai.

Not only will the alarm sound, but Israel will fire a rocket at you, too.

Eli feeds Chris stale hamburger buns.

This is either a sea turtle or a bay turtle.

Eli has magical shoes with toes comin' out dem.

Amigos nachos, a classic drunk food.

Mike asked Justin why the Royals are so bad and then Justin said it's because they don't have any pitching.